[Harmony Arena]

(A massive space station boasting a transparent dome over the enormous arena and stage area.)

SABINE: And here he is, your favourite host, stepping out of cryogenic suspension.

(Backstage.)

COMPUTER: Defrost complete.
RYLAN: All right, babe, what's the year?
RUNNER: 2925.
RYLAN: Venue?
RUNNER: Harmony Arena.
RYLAN: Teeth?
RUNNER: Dazzling.
RYLAN: And we're on.
SABINE: May I introduce... the immortal Rylan! Whoo! Rylan! Faites du bruit, s'il vous plait!

(Rylan walks down the catwalk to his feline co-host.)

RYLAN: Mwah! Oh, good evening, Harmony Arena!

(The multi-species audience goes wild.)

RYLAN: What a fabulous night!

(The TARDIS materialises in one of the VIP pods a very long way from the main stage.)

RYLAN [OC]: ..from all over the galactic hub! Have we got any crowds from El Bombo?

(TARDIS door opens.)

DOCTOR: Huh. Right. All we need is two minutes, get this Vindicator aligned. Then we can get you back to Earth.
RYLAN [OC]: Now, we've whittled it down...
BELINDA: Is that... Rylan?
RYLAN [on screen]: ..from 50,000 contestants to 40 finalists, from 40 different worlds, all singing live for you tonight, and reaching out in song across the universe. Welcome to the 803rd Interstellar Song Contest!
BELINDA: Oh, we're so staying.
DOCTOR: We're staying.

[Gallery]

NINA: Right, everyone, here we go. Bit of focus, please. Tighter on Rylan. Music fade out. Steady on 26, SOP VT 1. 15, give me audience reaction. Find some faces. Wynn, are we ready on pre-record 5?
WYNN: All cued up and standing by.
NINA: Graphics, get ready with the voting links. Rylan, give me some awe.
RYLAN [on screen]: Awww.
NINA: No, awe, A-W-E.

[Harmony Arena]

RYLAN: Oh. Er, folks, it is awesome.

[Gallery]

RYLAN [on screen]: The Interstellar Song Contest is transmitted live across the entire Western Galactic Arm.

[Harmony arena]

RYLAN: An audience of three trillion lifeforms. to find one winner!

[Gallery]

NINA: Cue confetti cannon.

[Harmony Arena]

RYLAN: Now let me hear some noise!
SABINE: Allez!
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[VIP pod]

BELINDA: You see, we were worried about nothing. This proves that the Earth survives.
DOCTOR: Oh, in style! I was there in '74 when ABBA won. Olivia Newton-John came fourth.
BELINDA: What?
DOCTOR: Absolute scenes. Absolute scenes.
BELINDA: I watched with my mum and dad when I was little. It was the best night of the year. They'd let me stay up late for voting, as long as I brushed my teeth and got into my pyjamas.
DOCTOR: Oh!
BELINDA: And look at me now. God, it's such a beautiful night. Where are we? Where's this taking place?
DOCTOR: That is not night, that is space. The Harmony Arena is a space station. Do you see? There!
BELINDA: We're inside a bubble, on a station in orbit.
DOCTOR: The universe is wild, babes.
BELINDA: So what, the Song Contest let in Australia, and then space?
DOCTOR: I knew it! I knew that you would enjoy it, finally. Being with me.

(The Vindicator beeps.)

DOCTOR: Okay, gotcha!

[Harmony Arena]

(The Doctor takes the Vindicator back into the TARDIS, watched through opera glasses by...)

MRS FLOOD: Vindicator ready and primed. Thank you, Doctor. That's the final link. Ah! No rush. I love a good show. Grape?

(Making the offer to the woman next to her in the stalls.)

[VIP pod]

DOCTOR: I wonder whose seats we're in.
BELINDA: Eh, it's too late now. They've missed it!

[Foyer]

(The machine says Ticket Error, and a view of the VIP pod they booked.)

GARY: They're sitting in our seats. Look! Those two people are sitting in seats that absolutely, positively, definitely belong to us. None of this would have happened if you'd just turned up on time.
MIKE: All right, I've said I'm sorry.
GARY: It's more than that, Mike. You don't take anything I do seriously.
MIKE: Oh, it's hardly important, Gary. It's just songs.
GARY: I'm not even gonna dignify that with a resp... Actually, you know what, I will, because it is not just songs, Mike. It's part of who I am, and when you make fun of it, it's like you're making fun out of me.
MIKE: I dunno, Gary. It's like we're going round in circles. You know, sometime I think that we should...
LATECOMERS: C'mon, hurry up! We'll miss the beginning!
GARY: (To a security Drone) How many times? Why won't you do something? This is my ticket-card. Mine! Now, would you do your job and get those people out, please?
DRONE: Phase one activated.

(And walks away.)

GARY: How does that help? What am I supposed to do now?
MIKE: What does he mean, phase one?

[Gallery]

DRONE: Phase one activated.
NINA: Okay, drones, keep it quiet, thank you. What's phase one?

(Sound of weapons fire and screams.)

NINA: What was that?

(A young man enters.)

KID: I'm phase one. Hi.
NINA: Who the hell are you?
KID: Who the Hellion. That's my species, and my name is Kid.
NINA: We're in the middle of transmission. Drones, get him out.
KID: I have drone control. At arms!

(The drones raise their weapons)

NINA: Everyone stay calm.
KID: Nobody move. This gallery is mine.

[Harmony Arena]

(Rylan is getting nothing through his ear piece.)

RYLAN: Okay. Er, let's... let's... Shall we say hello to some contestants?
SABINE: Oui!
RYLAN: Let's do that. Er, who have we got? Oh, hello. I see hot favourite. It's Cora from Trion!

(Spotlight on a VIP pod.)

CORA: Hello, everyone! I'm so excited. Honestly, it's such an honour to be here. I mean, what a night! I can't wait to sing!

[Gallery]

(The technicians are being marched out by drones.)

KID: Lock West 7 Bulkhead 5 and keep them guarded. Although it's a shame they're gonna miss the show.

(He kisses Wynn.)

KID: Miss me?
WYNN: You have no idea.
KID: It's time, gorgeous. Phase two.
NINA: Wynn. Whatever you're doing, stop. I took a chance on you. No one employs Hellions, but I did.
KID: How benevolent of you, baby. Hit the backup.
CORA [OC]: Thank you, Sabine.

(Live broadcast is replaced with...)

NINA: But that's the dress rehearsal.
WYNN: Broadcasting across the galaxy. And no one's gonna know the difference.
NINA: Well, that's where you're wrong. Rylan wasn't at the dress. He was still in deep freeze.
KID: We're ready for that. Publicity comms can say he got food poisoning. Tell them he ate something nasty.

[VIP pod]

(The sonic is beeping.)

SABINE [OC]: Later on you can vote using your home neural hypersync headset, or, of course, on the app. And on behalf of the Interstellar Song Contest, it's bonne nuit all around the galaxy. From Alpha Centauri to the Zygon New Habitat, songs and music and joy can unite us all!

(The Doctor flicks between live and broadcast images to spot the missing Rylan. He jumps out of the VIP pod and gets into the electronics.)

[Gallery]

NINA: Let go of me!

(Kid forces her hand onto a security pad.)

COMPUTER: Access granted.
EDDO: [OC]: Gallery? Gallery, what's happening? Have you got control of the arena?
WYNN: That's correct. We're just rerouting. It's nothing to worry about, Eddo. (To Kid) We've got about 30 seconds till they realise anything's wrong.
KID: That's all I need.

[Harmony Arena]

RYLAN: And cue VT? Anyone? Er, fine. Er, let's, er, start the show, shall we? Yeah! It's Liz Lizardine from the planet Lizoko, with her song I Love You But My Heart Says No!

LIZ: (sings) I saw you 'cross the astroport...

[Gallery]

KID: Safety protocols... off.
NINA: But you can't do that.
LIZ: I saw you tall and super cool...
RYLAN [on screen]: Nina? Anyone? Are you there? What is this, amateur hour?
KID: Rylan. My name is Kid. I'm a big fan.
RYLAN [on screen]: Who's Kid?
KID: This is the greatest song contest in the universe, so, as you would say, let's raise the roof!

[Harmony Arena]

LIZ: ..so... I love you but my heart says no. It beats a rhythm...

[VIP pod]

BELINDA: How are you gonna vote if you don't listen to the song properly?
DOCTOR: Yeah, Bel, I think that there might be...

(Klaxon sounds.)

LIZ: Says...

(She looks up. The lights go out and everyone looks up.)

BELINDA: Is that... part of the show?

(Red emergency lighting.)

[Gallery]

COMPUTER: Danger. Air shield collapsing. Danger. Air shield collapsing.
KID: Do you know my favourite kind of music? Pop.

[VIP pod]

(Explosive decompression. The Doctor sonics the electronics of their pod as the beings in the arena pit are sucked out into space, screaming. Then the Doctor gets pulled off his feet. Belinda is caught on the ceiling of their pod as the TARDIS flies past her. Wynn presses a button on her gallery console and all the pod canopies close. Belinda drops to the floor. Silence as the survivors stare.)

BELINDA: Doctor...

[Space]

(Rylan sees ice forming over his hand.)

RYLAN: Not again.

[VIP pod]

(A scarf and a spilt drink float past. Belinda cries.)

BELINDA: Doctor?

[Gallery]

WYNN: The dress rehearsal is still broadcasting.
SABINE [on screen]: ..until all 40 acts have sung. Attention. Lines...
WYNN: The arena is purged.
SABINE [on screen]: ..so don't try to vote...
WYNN: Closing the shield to maintain integrity.
NINA: You're monsters.
KID: That's what people have said to me my whole life. Cos of the horns.
SABINE [OC]: Now, let's carry on with the show...
KID: I'm only doing the things you expect of me. Moving to phase three. Final phase. Fetch the device.
WYNN: (PA system) Device to the gallery.
NINA: Listen to me. They're not dead. The mavity shell is still on. It's not too late. You could still save those people.
KID: Except I'm busy!

(Two drones enter, one carrying a cuboid device.)

KID: With this.
NINA: What is it?
KID: It's called a delta wave. Because phase three... is the absolute best!

[VIP area]

(Somehow accessed from those rows of VIP pods.)

BELINDA: Oh, my God, I'm not the only one. What do we do? What the hell happened?
CORA: No idea, and we're locked in.
LEN: Don't worry, I started off in the tech squad. I can open this, if I can just trip the code-switch.
BELINDA: My friend... my friend went up through the roof. Is there some sort of air bubble or something? Can't we call for rescue? Are there emergency services? They've got to exist!
CORA: We can't call. We're in closedown.
BELINDA: What does that mean?
CORA: Gambling rules. If people could transmit from here, they could hyperstream a bet to the other side of the galaxy before the results get there. So all signals are blocked and closed.
BELINDA: So... no one knows? No one's... doing anything? There's no police or...?
CORA: Not until the show ends.
SABINE [OC]: And now, from the planet Grimbald, it's Dugga Doo!
GRIMBALDIS [on screen]: Dugga doo, dugga doo. Dugga, dugga doo. Dugga doo! Dugga doo! Dugga, dugga, dugga doo...
LEN: That's the dress rehearsal. It must be playing on automatic.
BELINDA: But... we can't just... How do we...? Oh, my God. I've got no way out. My mum and dad will just sit there waiting, like... for ever. I don't even know where I am.
CORA: You're on the Harmony Station.
BELINDA: Where's that?
CORA: Sector Diamond 5.
BELINDA: But where's that?
CORA: West of Vangossiter.
BELINDA: But where's that? Where the hell am I? I'm stuck here on my own and I'm no one!
CORA: Hey, hey. You're alive. You're alive. What's your name?
BELINDA: Belinda.
CORA: Nice name, Belinda. I'm Cora.
BELINDA: Hi, Cora. Sorry. I'm just... My friend. God! He was so wonderful. And I never got to tell him.
LEN: This is weird. I'm tapping into the computer core, but it's being overridden. There's something new., like the software's rewriting everything. But what for?

[Gallery]

KID: Syncing software and calibrating.
NINA: You can still help those people. I saw you save that contestant.
WYNN: Don't say a word.
NINA: That was the girl from Trion. What's so special about her?
WYNN: Shut it. We're doing this for Hellia. Those people can't be saved.

[Space]

(As ice forms over the Doctor, he sees...)

SUSAN: Go back. Go back. Grandfather. Go back. Find me.

(The Doctor shakes off the ice, gasps and starts 'swimming')

[Foyer]

GARY: Is that one moving?
MIKE: What's he doing?
GARY: He's not seriously gonna use a confetti cannon to fly through space.

[Space]

(Yup.)

DOCTOR: Woo-hoo!

[Foyer]

MIKE: He's going for the airlock!

(Gary and Mike run to it and open it in time for the Doctor to come through and collapse.)

MIKE: Gary! Medical kit on the wall. Break the seal and bring it to me. It's all right, sweetheart, I've got you. My name is Mike. Michael Gabbastone. I'm a nurse. Oh, you're amazing. Two hearts. You show-off. Respiratory bypass system. Very clever. Oh, you're an amazing little creature. You're gonna be okay. Hold on.
GARY: I've never seen you at work before.
MIKE: Good, because that would mean you're very ill. And I don't want that. Now, this might hurt!

(Mike thumps a device onto the Doctor's sternum, and he sits up, eyes wide.)

DOCTOR: Oh! (gasps) Oh.
MIKE: Better?
DOCTOR: Did I just fly through space on a confetti cannon?
MIKE: Yeah.
DOCTOR: Camp! Ha, ha! I was frozen.
MIKE: You were lucky. You should see it out there. It's carnage. There must be 100,000 dead.
DOCTOR: No. No, not dead.
MIKE: I'm sorry, but look at 'em.
DOCTOR: Look at me. I survived.
MIKE: You were lucky, mate.
DOCTOR: I was clever, Mike. Did you say Mike?
MIKE: Mike.
DOCTOR: And your name?
GARY: Er... Gary.
DOCTOR: I was clever, Mike and Gary, because mavity is holding them but I triplicated the mavity field. All those people are still alive.
GARY: So they're not just floating, they're in mavitic suspension?
DOCTOR: In a state of preservation.
MIKE: But it's freezing out there.
DOCTOR: Exactly. Exactly! That helps us!
MIKE: I've seen that happen. It's like when a body is plunged into freezing water. Lifesigns get suspended, but they can be revived.
DOCTOR: Belinda... Belinda. Belinda is out there. Frozen. And the TARDIS is gone. Oh! What do I do, what do I do, what do I do, what do I do?
MIKE: Look, that's 100,000 people, frozen and suspended in space. To reach them, and catch them, and revive every single one of them... you'd need to be some sort of insane genius.
DOCTOR: Hello. I'm the Doctor.

[Gallery]

KID: Starting the upload. We should be ready to broadcast during Song 14. Which is?
NINA: Cora Saint Bavier, she/her.
KID: Best voice, best act, best song. Our dearly departed Cora Saint Bavier is going to blow their minds.

[Foyer]

(The Doctor is trying to access the computer system.)

DOCTOR: If I can tap into the helium core, then maybe I can... No. No, that wouldn't work. Ah...oh! New software. It says it's Hellion-script. What... Who are the Hellions?
MIKE: From the planet Hellia. My mum and dad used to vacation there. All those fields of Hell Poppies far as the eye could see. Said it was stunning.
GARY: Yeah, it's all ruined now. Totally destroyed. They say the Hellions did it to themselves.
DOCTOR: I wonder what they're uploading.

(He touches the display screen and an agonising sonic wave passes through them. The Doctor grabs his sonic and makes the screen explode. His nose is bleeding.)

MIKE: You okay?
GARY: Yeah. Alive. You?
MIKE: Yeah, just about. I love you.
GARY: I love you.
DOCTOR: Oh, time and a place, boys! That was a primitive delta wave aimed at the temporal lobe of the brain. How many people are watching the Song Contest?
GARY: Three trillion.
DOCTOR: If they route that signal through the station and transmit, it will kill every single person watching. They're gonna kill them all.

(Up in the Gallery the programme is seventy percent uploaded.)

[VIP area]

LEN: I've got it! It's the Hellions. They did this.
BELINDA: What are Hellions?
LEN: Weird lot. They say they practise cannibalism. And witchcraft. They've got these horns. People say they give them psychic powers.
CORA: Yeah, people say that a lot, about species they don't understand.

[Museum]

DOCTOR: If I am going to fight that signal, I'm gonna need a caustic hyperlink.
GARY: I've got it. There's a tech desk over here, I can access it.

(Powers up the area, which is full of costume displays, and music starts playing.)

GARY: Hyperlinks, dazzle filters, retroscope, B-line blockers.
DOCTOR: You know your stuff.
MIKE: That's my boy.
DOCTOR: What is this place? A museum?
GARY: The history of the entire contest. Or, as I like to call it, paradise. That's how I got the posh seats. I worked on the Song Contest tech design. I was in charge of the hologram archive. Do you see?
GRAHAM NORTON [holo]: Welcome, visitors. Hello! Wishing I hadn't sold my likeness in perpetuity, but here we are.
DOCTOR: No way! I met him at Brighton Pride. What a weekend.
GRAHAM NORTON [holo]: I'm Graham Norton, long since dead. Aww, sad face. But from humble beginnings on planet Earth, the Interstellar Song Contest now spans the entire universe.
MIKE: Are you okay?
DOCTOR: Belinda would've loved this.
MIKE: Is that your friend?
DOCTOR: I'm her protector. And I swore that I'd get her home. But I keep thinking...

(Sees Susan in the TARDIS console room again.)

DOCTOR: No! No, no, no, no, no. Stop. Good. Good. Good! Good. Good. Good. Have you found that hyperlink?
GARY: Oh, er... here.
DOCTOR: Plus vision and sound?

(The display flickers.)

DOCTOR: Whoa.
MIKE: Whoa! What's going on?
KID [on screen]: Someone's interfering with my systems. I recommend you stop that right now, sweetheart.
DOCTOR: Who are you?

[VIP area]

DOCTOR [OC]: Tell me exactly who you are.
BELINDA: Is that the Doctor? It's the Doctor! Can we see him?

[Museum]

KID [on screen]: Tonight, Rylan, I'll be representing Revenge Against The Corporation. My name is Kid.

[VIP area]

BELINDA: Oh, he's alive! Ha, ha! He's alive!
KID [on screen]: Who do you represent?
DOCTOR: The Doctor. The Last of the Time Lords.
KID: [on screen]: Good name for a band.
DOCTOR: You did all of this. And now you're threatening three trillion people. Except I am here, telling you no.
KID [on screen]: If you come anywhere near the gallery, I'll purge the airlocks and clear the whole station.
DOCTOR [on screen]: And do you know what I'll do? I will survive, and I will find you, and you can run and hide and whimper all you like, but I will find you, cos you have put ice in my heart, darling. You put it there. So I will cast your body out into the void, and I will stand and watch you freeze to death!
BELINDA: That's... not him.
WYNN [on screen]: The delta wave is at 95%. You need to input the final calibration.
CORA: No...

[Museum]

KID [on screen]: Thank you for your empty threats. This conversation is over.

[Gallery]

KID: Droneguards? He's in the museum. Find and execute. Immediately.

[VIP area]

BELINDA: Cora? Do you know them?
CORA: She's called Wynn. He's called Kid.
BELINDA: As in... baby goat?
CORA: As in his mother was shot before anyone asked her his name.
LEN: How do you know so much about Hellions, Cora?
CORA: Because... I'm one of them.

(She lifts her hair to reveal her horn stubs.)

CORA: I couldn't tell you. We're not allowed to sing. We're treated like scum, right across the galaxy.
BELINDA: So... what happened? How did you...? I'm sorry, I don't know how to ask. Did you cut your horns off yourself? Was it by choice?
CORA: By force. Hellia was the most harmless world in the sky. Then the Corporation bought the entire planet, including its population, for one reason only. To harvest the Hell Poppy.
BELINDA: Is that like... drugs?
CORA: No. It's for that.

(Sponsored by Poppy Honey.)

BELINDA: Poppy Honey? I'm sorry? Your planet was invaded for honey?
CORA: No. My planet was invaded for honey flavouring. They took the seeds and burnt the fields so we could never grow it back.
BELINDA: So Kid blames the Corporation, and the Corporation sponsors the Contest.
CORA: He's out to get revenge. And that includes every single viewer.
BELINDA: You know him. Do you think you could stop him?
CORA: They might listen to me. Len, you understand the door systems. Maybe you could...
LEN: I'm not helping you.
CORA: Then help everyone else. Len, that gallery is seven floors above us. If you can get the elevators working, then... maybe I could talk to them.
BELINDA: I want to get there too. Cos that's where the Doctor will be heading. I've never seen him like this before, and trust me, if he's angry, this whole world is going to shake.

[Museum]

DOCTOR: What I need to do is trip that switch, fold it over and kink that together until it becomes a single conduit.

(Drones enter behind the Doctor.)

MIKE: Doctor.
DOCTOR: Once I've done that, if I flip the whole system back...
GARY: Doctor!
DOCTOR: ..once it is folded back, I can employ a micro-stitch...
BOTH: Doctor!

(Without turning, the Doctor activates the sonic and the Drones' heads explode.)

DOCTOR: ..then I can loop this rod into a fully energised hyperlink. Now, if only I had an expert in triangulation.

(Mike points at his other half.)

GARY: That's me, sir. I invented the triangulation system.
DOCTOR: Gary!
GARY: Yes?
DOCTOR: I like you.
GARY: Oh, thank God.

[Gallery]

SABINE [OC]: And now, from the planet Trion, it's Cora Saint Bavier!

(Ninety seven percent.)

KID: And counting down. Song 14. Get ready to transmit the delta wave.
CORA [on screen]: Try to be cool. High-heel shoes. I trip and fall. I look like such a fool. But then.. My big feet, my big feet...

[VIP area]

LEN: All those years working on that song, and you lied to me, Cora. I'm telling you, if I get this done... you're on your own.

[Gallery]

KID: When the device hits 100, the Corporation will be remembered for a massacre.
NINA: But this slaughter is off the scale.
CORA [on screen]: My big feet...

(Ninety eight percent.)

NINA: Please, think of them. All those people at home.
CORA [on screen]: I jump in deep...
KID: Did they ever think about us? No, they did not! Delta wave 99 percent.
CORA [on screen]: With my big feet...
DOCTOR: When I tell you to stop... you really should stop, babes.
KID: Or what?
DOCTOR: Or you'll regret it. Because I have met so many versions of you, Kid. And revenge is just an excuse. Because your cold, filthy heart just likes to kill.
KID: Well, Doctor. If you insist.

(Kid shoots at him. The pulse goes straight through... a hologram.)

KID: What?

[Museum]

GARY: Lost him. They know it's a fake.

[Gallery]

DOCTOR: Hiya.
KID: Don't move.
DOCTOR: What? In case I do this?

(Throws the Delta wave generator into the air and blasts it to smithereens.)

KID: No! Big mistake. Ah!

(The Doctor sonicks the gun out of his hand.)

DOCTOR: See, the thing about holograms is... they're kinda soft. And they fizz and they crackle and they're kind of no use. Unless you're me, and you convert them into hard light. In which case.... a hologram can hurt.

(The Doctor puts on a control glove, and a holo-Doctor grabs Kid's shoulder, painfully, then vanishes. Kid backs away, but another hologram grabs him briefly.)

DOCTOR: How many people did you want to kill? Three trillion? How about we try this three trillion times, hmm?

(Kid gets holo-tasered in the back, front, and so on.)

SUSAN: Stop.

(He doesn't.)

SUSAN: Grandfather.

(The torture continues. Belinda and Cora enter.)

BELINDA: No.
DOCTOR: Bel.

(The Doctor comes to his senses and removes the control glove, then goes to hug Belinda.)

NINA: Droneguard override. Default to stat-matics.
WYNN: Kid! Kid! It's okay.
NINA: Droneguard, revert. On those two.
CORA: After all these years.
WYNN: I won't apologise.
CORA: This cannot be the gentle kin-sister I loved so much.
WYNN: You abandoned me. You left me there to rot. So we had to do it. We had to tell the galaxy about the Corporation. What have you ever done, Cora, except hide?
NINA: Get them out of here. Shuttle them to the Justice Monolith.
KID: I'll see you again, Doctor.
DOCTOR: I'll be ready, Kid. Believe me, that ice that you put in my heart, I think it's still there. I think it'll be there for ever now. So you take care.

(Kid and the drones leave.)

BELINDA: But what do we do? It still isn't over. There's still 100,000 people out there, trapped in that mavity thing.
NINA: There's nothing we can do. They're all going to die. Frozen to death.
BELINDA: No, there's got to be something...
DOCTOR: Rylan.

(The screens all say Please Stand By. The Doctor is digging out cables. Mike and Gary have arrived.)

DOCTOR: Do you see? All those people were frozen in the mavity shell. Perfectly suspended in space. But! But! If only I had a hologram expert who could fashion hard light into a tractor beam. Can you do that, Gary?
GARY: I'd do anything for you.
MIKE: Gary...
GARY: Anything.
DOCTOR: Oh.

(Slightly later, frozen Rylan is being tractored back to Harmony Arena.)

NINA: Got him.
DOCTOR: Oh! If only, if only I had medical staff. I could turn Rylan's cryogenic chamber into a revival booth. What d'you say, Mike?
MIKE: I'll do anything for you.
GARY: Back of the queue.
DOCTOR: Hadi ama!

[Cryogenic chamber area]

MIKE: Blood pressure balanced, synapses level minus one, and... zero!

(Rylan walks out of his cryo-chamber.)

BELINDA: Oh! Oh, my God, I'm so pleased to meet you. It's Rylan! Oh, I'm sorry. Mister Clark, my name is Belinda. I'm a nurse. Don't worry, you're fine. We're just gonna go check you out, okay?
RYLAN: Okay, yeah.
BELINDA: Okay?
RYLAN: Babe, what happened?
BELINDA: Oh, you came back from the dead.
RYLAN: Sums up my career.

(Belinda and Rylan leave.)

DOCTOR: Amazing. Amazing, amazing! Now, can you do that 100,000 times?
BOTH: Yeah!

(To the background of the 1981 Eurovision Song Contest winner, 'Making Your Mind Up' by Bucks Fizz, the audience are brought in from space and revived one by one.)

[VIP pod]

DOCTOR: If only I had someone very clever to turn this VIP pod into a revival booth.

(And leaves Len to get on with it. Now batches of people are being revived at a time.)

[Harmony Arena]

RYLAN: Ladies, gentlemen, others, betters, whatevers. We are back!
SABINE: Nous sommes de retour! Whoo!

(Sabine has a bandaged head.)

BELINDA: Whoo!
RYLAN: Oh, and that is the spirit of the Song Contest. It's not about the winning.
SABINE: Non.
RYLAN: But it is the joy of each other.
DOCTOR: Oh, come on, Rylan. Do your stuff.
RYLA: Now, the actual contest is a little bit null and void what with us nearly dying and everything. (points at Sabine) She looks well. Err, but there is one song. One song we want you all to hear right across the galaxy. With all three trillion of you watching, I give to you, Cora Saint Bavier!
CORA: This is a song... the Corporation tried to hide. The song of my home planet. Hellia. To remind us of the world that we lost. To remember a civilisation that the Corporation destroyed. Its beauty. Its history. Its soul.

(Everyone listens to a tear-jerking ballad in Hellian. Stunned silence, then Gary and Mike start the applause.)

[Justice Monolith]

WYNN: Good girl.

[Museum]

JEDDY: There you go. They found it on the asteroid spar. It's a tough old thing.

(The ceiling is just tall enough to accommodate the TARDIS.)

BELINDA: Thank you.
JEDDY: I'd better get back. There's a lot of accident forms to fill in. Take care, now.
DOCTOR: Bless you.
BELINDA: Wow.
DOCTOR: Mmm. Mmm.
BELINDA: And the results from Belinda say... Douze points, Doctor.
DOCTOR: I thought it was my Waterloo. Turns out it was my Rise Like A Phoenix! Aww.
BELINDA: I don't think I've ever told you. You're wonderful. But still, I never really know what you're thinking. You scared me back there.
DOCTOR: I scared myself. The death of three trillion people triggered me. It made me think of my home planet. Cos they all died... in a single second. Every last Time Lord. But I got this image...
SUSAN: Grandfather.
DOCTOR: It can't be. I need to get you home, Bel.
BELINDA: Uh-huh.
DOCTOR: Uh-huh.
BELINDA: If I disappear for much longer, they're gonna make a podcast about the missing nurse. And besides, there is a very tasty chef on Hinge who's gonna think I ghosted him. So fire up that Vindicator and get me back to planet Earth.
GRAHAM NORTON [holo]: Planet Earth. Age-old home of the human race. Also, dogs, cats, ferrets, polar bears and measles.
BELINDA: Oh, my God, it's Graham Norton.
GRAHAM NORTON [holo]: Poor old Earth died many years ago.
DOCTOR: Hologram, explain.
GRAHAM NORTON [holo]: The history books say the planet ended on the Old Earth date May the 24th, 2025.
BELINDA: What?
DOCTOR: Ended? Ended how?
GRAHAM NORTON [holo]: It is said the planet disintegrated into rock and dust and ashes. All the memories here were sieved from the rubble of a civilisation that died in a single second. Cause... unknown.

[TARDIS]

BELINDA: That was the day that I left! How can the whole world be dead?
DOCTOR: I don't know, but we are gonna find out. Cos we finally have enough readings on the Vindicator. This thing is working. Bel! I am not just gonna take you home, I am gonna save your home. Here we go!

(He pulls the lever, the lights go red and the Cloister bell tolls.)

BELINDA: What... what's happening? What is that noise?

(Metallic graunching and creaking.)

DOCTOR: That is the sound of May the 24th.

(The TARDIS doors blow in. Cue actor credits, then...)

[Cryogenic chamber area]

MIKE: Here we go. This is the last one.

(Mrs Flood staggers out of Rylan's cryo-chamber.)

MIKE: We've had quite a few with some side-effects, but I can get you to a sickbay.
MRS FLOOD: Has he gone?
MIKE: My name is Mike, and I'm a nurse.
MRS FLOOD: I said, has he gone?
MIKE: Who?
MRS FLOOD: The Doctor!
MIKE: How do you know the Doctor?
GARY: Yeah, he's gone. We looked for him, but he's just disappeared.
MRS FLOOD: Then it's safe. I'm afraid my double brainstem froze. Lethal for a Time Lady. But I've got my own knack for survival. I suppose I should think of some famous last words. How about... let battle begin!

(She bi-regenerates.)

RANI: Oh, must we? How inelegant.
MRS FLOOD: Oh, I'm ever so sorry, ma'am.
MIKE: Well, they never taught me that at nursing school.

(The two women pull apart. The new young one has the long red coat and shoes, Mrs Flood has kept a black top and the red trousers.)

MRS FLOOD: We've bi-generated.
RANI: Evidently.
MIKE: But... how did you...? Are you both the same person?
RANI: Unfortunately, yes. Our name is the Rani. Although she's become a Rani, while I'm The Rani. The definite article, so to speak. Now, have you got the Vindicator readings?
MRS FLOOD: Here, ma'am. Sorry, ma'am.
RANI: Then come with me, Mrs Flood. Out of the way, boys, because I have a date to arrange. And as for the Doctor... oh, I will bring him absolute terror.
MRS FLOOD: That's what I said.
RANI: Shut up.
MRS FLOOD: Yes, ma'am.

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